The watermelon skin has added more weight to the normally light-weighed trash bag, making it unusually heavy. I throw the trash down the dark trash chute. Empty handed I walk back to the apartment, throw the keys aside and go straight to the kitchen where the tea pot awaits my arrival. It’s that time of the day where I must have my afternoon tea. My only relaxation of this lazy, unproductive day depends on a cup of hot Earl grey tea. But on this ridiculously boring, pathetic summer afternoon, I want to indulge myself with a piece of Leonidas Belgian chocolate, a single, authentic taste of heaven right here where I sit and think of all the things I want.